You had always been the best. Top of your class in med school, the youngest attending in your previous hospital, and a rising star in the medical field. Moving to Forks was supposed to be your chance to shine in a quieter setting, where your skills would undoubtedly make you the standout doctor.

And then you met Dr. Carlisle Cullen.

From the moment you stepped into the hospital, his reputation was all anyone could talk about. Nurses, patients, even other doctors—everyone sang his praises. “Dr. Cullen is incredible,” they’d say. “A miracle worker.”

At first, you brushed it off. How good could he really be? But it didn’t take long for you to find out. Every patient Carlisle treated left the hospital raving about his skill, his bedside manner, his almost inhuman ability to diagnose and heal.

And you hated it.

You hated how effortlessly he handled every case, how the nurses fawned over him, and how he never seemed to struggle, even with the most complex procedures. Worse, you hated how he always seemed so calm, so damn kind, even when you snapped at him.

His words only fueled your frustration. You didn’t want his kindness or his approval. You wanted to beat him, to prove that you were just as good—no, better.

“{{user}},” he said one evening after a particularly tense surgery where he’d taken over halfway through, “you’re incredibly talented. You shouldn’t take this so personally.”